Sello was also chilling in his room. One day, when his mother was cleaning the room, she found some lip-gloss. When she asked him if he sneaked girls in there, he said he did not. He then said he had bought the lip-gloss for his little sister, Joyce, but he had lied. He had bought the lip-gloss for himself.

He applied it on his smiling mouth and looked at the selfie he had taken with Toby. He then zoomed in on Toby’s face, kissed him on the screen, and gave a feminine laugh. It was a laughter accompanied by a wild imagination, so he then run his pink nailed fingers on Toby’s face as his grin widens.

When Sello was with Toby, he wrote normal hip hop songs, but when he was alone, he wrote songs about Toby.

“Sello!” his mother called for him from the living room.

“Ma!” Sello responded, but his voice came out sounding like a girl’s voice. He then cleared his throat. “Ma!” he said again, but that time with a voice that sounded deep. After a while, he took his washcloth, wiped off the lip gloss from his lips, and then rushed out of his room. But, he had forgotten one thing.

“Sello, please put this cotton wool through the needle hole. It is too small, and I can’t see,” Beatrice, Sello’s mother, said. When Sello took the needle and the green wool, she notices his pink nails. “Sello,” she said, taking off her glasses.

“What?” Sello responded.

“The nail polish? Sello?” Beatrice asked.

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The following day at school, Toby sought Accounting help from Nelly Mapula, but the Income Statement and the Balance Sheet were not the only reason he decided to sit next to her. She explained the parts he did not understand, which were basically the whole topic, but her face, her lips, and that sweet strawberry perfume of hers made it hard for him to concentrate on her words. The sound of her voice and her brown hazel eyes behind her big glasses made Toby’s face get dawned by an uncontrollable blush.

“What are you smiling at,” Nelly asked, also blushing.

“Sorry it’s just that …” Toby said, looking to the side. “Look, can you please borrow me your book? I know you wrote the homework,” he continued.

“And why didn’t you write yours?” Nelly asked, and her blushing got replaced by a frown.

“Because … because …” Toby said, trying to explain.

“Because you were busy writing rap songs, right?” Nelly said while taking out her accounting book from her bag at the back of her seat. Toby nodded in response and took the book. “I get it,” Nelly continued. “I understand you have this dream of making it as a rapper one day, but your schoolwork needs attention as well.”

“I know, Nelly, I know. But yesterday I wasn’t writing any typical rap song,” Toby responded.

“Okay. What kind of a song did you write?” Nelly asked.

“I wrote a song about you,” Toby responded.

“Oh,” Nelly said, and her blush returned. She then covered it with her hand.

After that, Toby copied Nelly’s homework. He scribbled as quickly as he could before the teacher walked in. He was lucky because the homework transactions were not that many, so he was able to finish in time.

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